The Boy

‘Daddy, that boy keeps coming back,’ my six-year-old was grumpy.

‘Why don’t you let him play with you?’

‘He stinks, Daddy. Like a fish tank.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah! There he is.’

I looked at him and started screaming.

I shouldn’t have pushed him into the lake all those years ago.

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